words by dominic riccitello

Jul 18, 2014

my apologies

there was once a prince whose dishes ran with kisses
but seconds were fine, my seconds were dust anyway
i lie, laugh, rumble with thoughts that lead to him
the skies a dim grey, i’m fine — i know life goes on and eventually the switch will flip

i’ll whip the chain and he’ll be mine some day
but life that way, where you need someone to surrender under spell
i’ll only dwell and the imaginary cell will reappear
we’ll go back and i’ll remember your hair, every follicle
the hallways and random closed entryways

i’ll dance for days and enter the trance the same way
i can’t live this way, i can only hold the corridors for so long
my soul becomes lost and i sit past gone with a face of daze
and my life suddenly becomes ways of you and days where i can’t stop thinking of how, where, why

i die and inside it’s high tide — i can’t hide, i can’t free, i can’t be me
the only thing i know is i can’t be with and i don’t want to miss
you need to leave because in the eve it’s you and i know it’ll always be
i roll up my sleeves, lift off my knees — i know they’ll never exceed

but please, at least for me — go on and leave, surrender your key
i’ll always miss, i’ll always love but under grey and gloomy days
you’ll be on my mind, my eyes and my lingering cries
how your fingers felt, the way we dealt and how i held
i’m sorry and i’m not sure why i’m apologizing
Jul 17, 2014

an unopened book

the covers beautiful, the binding’s exquisite
but what you can’t see is the eyes of words that lie beneath
and how the pages curve and tear with ease
Jul 16, 2014

i know my death

his words are like ice down your neck
the way he sweeps like wind in the middle of the night
the gust that holds you close and lets you go in sudden surprise
your death is his high and your fright is his life

he watches you struggle when your lust is only a hug
but you’re the bug he’ll squish and your neck is his next break
eyes lingering from beneath, he loves to watch you sleep
he celebrates with steak as his next high is your last wake

he funnels his laughter through the ooze that comes from you
the blood, through his fingers and his words forever linger
but the glimmer of his eyes make it alright
your death was never a surprise and his face was always grace
the way, the space and the place you wanted on your final day
Jul 15, 2014

dreamer

i look at the moon, i know you see it too
it feels like we’re standing close, breathing the same air
they warned me about people like you
the ones with shades, different truths

i light my candle, look over and remember your handles
i laugh, i smile, become saddened and filled with remorse
but because i had no mind of my own — what’s mine was yours
and it was a tour that had ended in gore

i don’t hate you, i hate what you did to me
can’t believe how you could leave with such ease
the way you live without keys and from tree to tree
maybe i’m jealous that you’re so careless

you live without means and i live in dreams
a machine of many jeans while i live in a variety of scenes
not saying you’re a whore or that you love opening and closing the door
but i ask for more and i love a war while you play in nothing more

the score, it plays — a melancholy feel for yesterday
you and i, the day we played in memories of what used to be
but i’m not mad, i’m not sad — the word i might use is glad
that i did and i had the experience to feel something so grand
while you lie and stroke your hand on something that has no plan
Jul 14, 2014

I can’t remember the last time I cried to a writing, (the one with the picnic) but your words your thoughts are from somewhere out of this planet! Keep doing what your doing, I’m sure there are many people that appreciate and love your mental views. ✌️

It always kills me to write about the cemetery. That was the happiest day of my life. Thank you so much.
Jul 14, 2014

laughter

it was five am, he was awake and i was asleep
he lies in regret, covered in sweat holding thoughts in his head
while i hold my pillow close and another caresses my head
i’ve bled and this time it’s your turn to cry alone in bed
this time it’s you that wrecks and cracks and ends up dead from things i said

i’m done and you’re half past gone as i stroke my bomb and lie in calm
but once i kissed your palm and i had my fun, now i soak in the sun as you lie in blue
but you, i’ve had you and i know cues and i know when time is due
you’ve been used and bruised and now i’m amused

i smile as you play in excuses of how you once met cupid
but these lucid dreams are music to my ears and your fears are my game
you speak my name and i laugh at your pain
god, i was once foolish and clueless to your nuisance

now i dance with judas and laugh at my abusive nature
‘cause your pain is my gain and my name is your pain
i’ll remember our day, the way, the things, how i thought we were meant to be
i’ll never forget the emotional abuse and how you left without a clue
but i have too much class to say fuck you

one day, out of the blue, i know you’ll think of me like i used to think of you
you’ll break down and cry just like i used to
laugher to my ears and your fears will be mine and i’ll flip my dime
think of our last time and remember how you treated me
but lastly, how you let go of the vine with such grime
Jul 14, 2014

the touch of your hands and the grass, this and everything around us
with spirits of the night, just you and i
the pinot, the hors d’oeuvre, your might and my fright
the loose and you, the cool, the flow
i never knew you could love someone so

thoughts never strayed, you and i — we go, sway with the night
the light as the moon shines, i’ve never felt this alive
i could cry, i could die and in this moment, it would be alright

i’m used to doors, but once they open i end up frozen by their potion
we lie in motion, the rotation was us — it was the warmth of the ocean that brought every emotion
they say one plus one equals two, but one of us only knew the word you

the dark blue, the movie, i truly don’t remember anything other than
the green glasses, how things happen and how your hair felt like satin
the way i looked at you is the way i knew that i love and it’ll always be you, from here to the moon

all i am is walking pours that loves more than i should
holding things in rotation when i shouldn’t
but july thirteenth, the cemetery and the way you pressed against the door
i was always yours, but you were never mine

regardless the metaphors i use, how i could kill you a thousand times
you kissed the bruise of something used by the luxury of nothingness
the things i’ll always miss and this and that and everything around us
your aura and the painstaking horror that controlled me

but i road, i knew and the phrase i love you will never mean enough
it’s tough but the road of happiness brought us and even if it was short
i’ll always remember the shirt, the red, everything we left behind
and even though i know you were never mine, it’s alright

– “the cemetery” by dominic riccitello
Jul 13, 2014

july 13

today’s our day, an anniversary and lonely memory of what used to be
july thirteenth comes and goes, i float – this ocean’s cold
i know it’s getting old and i know i’ve been told
but have you stroked the hair of something gold?

the way i held your arm – once warm, the spark
dancing in the dark, your neck
i’ll never feel the way i did and maybe i should’ve known it then
the calls and all – how many times i heard, “leave your name”
the way you ignored, how you whored
it took so long to shut the door, but sometimes it opens
my emotions become broken and all you ever were was just this token

but now i re-enter focus and all i remember, words and motions
people have asked, but i don’t know which to use
i remember the day, the moment and everything spoken
but my expressions feel stolen and i can’t talk about you
i write, but my tongue lives in spite and my words tend to hide

i believe i’ve seen the light and my soul mate has arrived
it’s fine to know they’ve come and gone and i know i’m cradling this bomb
but i’ve held my fright and occasionally in the night i happen to cry
my palms become sweaty and my thoughts are heavy and petty
but i realize i’ve experienced the most grand happiness

july thirteenth might come and go, but my memories will stay forever
and when i’m in the hereafter and i look over my shoulder
i see the eyes of the beholder – i know the air won’t become colder
the long-lasting smolder won’t remind me of october
but the tears won’t be fears, just my happiness and i reminiscing about the way i stroked your hair
Jul 12, 2014

creating dignity

i use words like might and maybe and never
but we both know i’ll love you forever
that these are just words i happen to bounce
you know i’d die, you know i’d take my life

i cried for miles and i walked the savannah
waited in the meadow of despair knowing you’ll never be there
felt your hair in the grass – ran and basked
sat in questions i never had the chance to ask

i live and i love and i kill and i die
time is never mine which is why i need a high
i flip my dime – i gave you all i had, but you sat
you laughed and never had the decency to exit

now i revel, i have my credits and i know i’m not pathetic
i was an object and essentially legless to your ethics
but honey, you can’t even afford a lexus
so i sit – why give him power he can’t afford?

you know i’ll love you here and after, but here’s the door
i can’t do this anymore, you don’t deserve this war
you’re not a good guy and you’re not a bad guy
you are what you are and all i know is that i need to be far
Jul 11, 2014

attention to sorrow

i reflect, i confess – recently i’ve used people as objects
only because his name has become etched in my chest
and i’m looking for emotional release, maybe some ease
a chance to give back my keys on this lease ‘cause this tease is more like wool than fleece

i watch their eyes and i know i’ve done crimes
i know i’ve faced time and the bomb was just karma
but should i feel awful for normal or just face the horror?
i contest, but i never promised something i can’t keep
because i know knees and i take it deep and the sadness–

you’re a canvas and everyone around is basking in their happiness
and the knife that they struck has become stuck
you watch and ask but there’s no time and there’s no need
everything becomes heavy and the canvas that you are is so empty

all i ask is for someone to understand and someone to demand
because life of utter despair and total black is like lying on tracks
waiting for a tiger to attack and kill your soul ever so slow
just promise to ask when someone’s eyes speak and their sadness is at your reach and all they ever wanted was someone to see

because life as honey can only take so much smog
and the bees need the sun like we need our gun – our peace
and when we’re on our knees begging please and the guns at our head
will you ever rest knowing you had the chance to just ask?